Twisted Legacy

Chapter 2-Denying the Truth

Jean headed out with Moira and Charles in the back of the car. “Uh…” she started, unsure of how to start. Charles sighed slightly, rubbing his face tiredly.

“I’m not mad, Jean.” He responded, knowing she was worried about that. “I just wish you had thought to ask me if you wanted to know about my relationship with Moira instead of going behind my back.”

“I’m sorry, Professor.”

“I know, its alright. I…have kept a lot of my past a secret from all of you, I can tell you about some of it tomorrow.” She nodded and watched him lean back against the back of the seat, closing his eyes in exhaustion.

Jean’s eyes widened as she saw Moira, through the rearview mirror, as she placed her hand high on Charles’ thigh. ‘She looks quite drunk!’ She thought, amused by her behavior. Moira slowly moved her hand higher, brushing her fingers lightly against his clothed groin. His eyes flew open as his head jerked up, his hand quickly snagged her wrist. Jean stifled a laugh at the stern expression on his face. ‘Its like he’s going to scold her!!’

Charles firmly pushed her hand away, frowning deeply. Moira mumbled something inaudibly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, he tried to pry her arms off to no avail. Sighing heavily, feeling a pounding headache start in the back of his head. “How much longer?” he mumbled, too tired to see where they were.

“We’re here, I’ll get your chair.” He said something incoherently as she quickly headed around the car, unfolding his chair and helped him pry Moira off him.

“Come on Moira!” He called out once he was settled in the wheelchair, earning him a lapful of giggling Irish-woman. Jean couldn’t hold back the laughter this time, doubling over as she struggled to breathe properly. Charles glared daggers at her, then headed through the garage and into the house. Scott pulled into the garage as Jean finally managed to right herself, smiling gleefully at the door. He raised his eyebrows at her but didn’t ask what had happened.

The two of them headed through the house, but stopped suddenly as they made it to the main foyer, Charles with Moira still on his lap were stopped in the middle of the room. The two quickly hid around the corner as they watched the two.

“Moira…!!” Charles gasped as she kissed the juncture of his shoulder and neck before moving up to suck a mark just below his jaw. ‘Damn!” He panted, unconsciously tilting his head to the side allowing her better access. “Even drunk she remembers my sweet spots!!” he mumbled as her fingers found his nipples, rubbing them through the fabric until they hardened. “This has gotten out of hand!” He growled, biting his lip hard as she ground against his erection. He quickly slid into her mind and forced her to sleep. Moira slumped against his shoulder as he sighed heavily. “Fuck!” He groaned, rubbing his forehead as he headed down the hallway to deposit his guest in her room.

“Oh my god!!” Jean breathed in surprise.

“Wow!” Scott said, eyes wide with shock. “That…was unusual!!”

“Yea,” Jean agreed, turning to look at her companion. “The Professor didn’t seem to disturbed by her actions…I think he was trying not to…you know!” she stopped suddenly embarrassed.

“What?” Scott asked curiously.

“Uh…he wanted to…fondle her.” She mumbled, flushing a darker red.

“Oh…” He cleared his throat, shaking his head in wonder. “They must have some intimate history.” He mused before heading off to his rooms. “I’ll see you tomorrow Jean.”

“Yea.” She agreed before heading off to her own rooms, too tired to think through what had happened that night.

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Charles managed to roll Moira into bed, pulling her shoes off before slipping her under the covers. As he was getting ready to turn, a hand gripped his wrist. “Charles??” He looked over at her, groaning internally as she gave him such a pleading look it took his breath away. She always used to give me that look when she wanted something, he sighed and moved closer. ‘It always works!!’ “Please, will ya stay wit’ me tonight?” She questioned softly, squeezing his hand slightly.

“Sure, Moira.” He refrained from adding he’d do anything for her as he quickly transferred himself to the bed, pulling his shoes off before sliding under the covers. She frowned slightly at him before pulling his jacket off, tossing it over the side of the bed and untucked the white shirt underneath. She then quickly discarded her bra without taking her shirt off, throwing it randomly before snuggling into the covers. Moira mumbled a goodnight and promptly fell asleep. ‘Moira’s going to kill me for this in the morning.’ He mused before falling asleep as well.

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Moira woke to a bright light shining in her face, a pounding in her head and a weight on her chest. “What the fuk!!” She growled as she vaguely remembered what had happened last night. “Charles Xavier…!!” she yelled, ready to kick him out of the bed, but stopped suddenly. She blushed brightly as she noticed how they were twined together. Her blouse had come partially undone and Charles’ head lay on her exposed breast, his breath tickling her hardened nipple. His hand had found its way partially up her skirt and lay on her upper thigh. ‘Shit! He’s got an erection as well!!’ She growled as she felt it pressing insistently against her leg.

She tried to shift out of his grasp but he just tightened his hold on her, pressing his face harder into her chest, mumbling incoherently. “Charles!!” She gasped as the hand on her thigh suddenly dipped below the waistband of her underwear, stroking her suddenly wet folds. She whimpered, her hips involuntarily bucking against his hand, she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. ‘God!! How easy ‘twod be ta…just let him...’ Groaning her disappointment at having to stop him, she slapped him lightly across the face, knowing him well enough that would be the only way to wake him when he was like this.

He jerked like he’d been electrocuted, eyes going wide as he realized what he was doing. Charles slid his hand out of her underwear, quickly rolling to the side pulling his legs with as he covered his face with his arm. “Uh…sorry Moira,” He muttered, voice laden with embarrassment. “Its…been a long time since…I had company in bed.”

“Aye.” She said, voice tinged with slight anger. Whether it was at him for what he was just doing, or at herself for not letting him continue even she didn’t know.

“Look…” he started, sitting up to look over at her. “I’m sorry, about last night.”

“Ya should be!” she agreed, lashing out at him. “Um…ah am too.” He blinked, his confusion evident on his normally calm face.

“Why are you sorry? I kissed you first.”

“But ah was the one who drank so much!” Shrugging suddenly she slid out of the bed, Charles watched her stretch showing off her lower back as the shirt rode up slightly. “It dosn’ matter, ah’m gonna shower.”

“Hmmm.” Charles said, trying to pull his eyes away from her. He failed miserably as she undid her shirt while walking to the adjoining bathroom, discarding it before heading in and shutting the door behind her. “God!!” He growled at himself. His erection throbbed painfully as old memories of the fiery red-head resurfaced. Moira had always been so responsive to him, and he could admit…he missed her terribly. It took all of his restraint not to follow her into the bathroom as he remembered how amazing their love had been. And it wasn’t just the sex…he remembered everything…things he’d forgotten about long ago hit him hard, wrenching at his heart painfully.

He quickly released his pulsing cock, moaning softly at the relief such a simple action caused him. With memories of his former love as she looked writhing under his tantalizing ministrations he stroked himself purposefully. Surrounded by her scent enhanced his pleasure, but also that she’d never be his again.

He found himself sobbing slightly, feeling the sting of tears as he quickened his pace. ‘Why do you tease me like this!!’ He thought, whimpering as he came weakly, not really feeling the pleasure anymore. Cleaning himself off with tissue from the bedside table, he quickly did up his pants before slipping his legs over the bed to put on his shoes. ‘Its…been a long time, since I’ve thought about…how I felt after returning from the war only to find Moira engaged to someone else!!’

He grabbed his jacket on the way out, shutting the door behind him as he retreated to his room. ‘I was so devastated!! And now she’s here, and I’m in the same position! She may go back to Banshee, or not…but I doubt she’d ever come back to me!!’ Sighing heavily he showered and changed his clothes before heading off to breakfast.

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Moira let the water run over her as she settled on the bottom of the shower, two fingers slid inside herself as her other hand played lazily with her clit. She wasn’t picturing anything at all really, just doing. Charles’ ministrations had set her body on fire, every one of her strokes sent an electric charge through her body. Shivering she tried to remember the last time she’d felt like this…and realized the only person who made her feel like this was…

Pushing that thought quickly away, she moved faster moaning as she found just the right pace. Her orgasm rushed her like an oncoming train and when she thrust hard, she fell over the edge crying out loudly at the intense feeling. Her body was wracked with spasms as she came down from her high. Shivering, she washed the remains of her pleasure off and turned off the shower. Drying off and heading into the bedroom in just a towel.

She frowned slightly as she noticed the empty bed. ‘Its not like ah wanted him ta stay!’ she snorted angrily at herself, throwing the towel to the floor she sunk into the sheets, inhaling the lingering scent of Charles. She thought she could smell that familiar muskiness of her former lover, then shook that thought out of her head. “Jus’ yur mind playin’ tricks on ya Moira!” she muttered, burying her face deeper into the pillow Charles had lain on. “And stop bein’ stupid! Ya want him back and ya know it!!’

Sighing heavily, she nestled herself into the comfort of the bed wishing he was still there to warm her with his strong arms. ‘But how could he ever want me back? After what ah’ve done to him?’ She frowned at that thought and was about to fall asleep again when her phone rang. Groaning she rolled over to answer the cell phone on the bedside table. “Hello?” She asked extremely irritated.

“Moira!! Where the bloody hell r ya!?” Sean’s voice yelled angrily through the phone. “Ah’ve been lookin’ fur ya all mornin’!!” Moira snorted, her anger flaring.

“Its non o’ ur business where ah am!!” She growled. “As ah recall, ur the one who dumped me!”

“Ah was angry Moira! Please come back so we can talk!!”

“No Sean! Ah’ve given ya a couple o’ chances before! Angry or not ya don’ get anymore! Ah’ll come back to Muir Island only so ah can work on th’ Legacy Virus, and only after ah’ve had a good long break!! Goodbye Sean!!” She closed the phone angrily and tossed it on the bedside table and rubbed her face furiously. “Damn it!!” Moira growled, slipping out of the bed, she pulled out a pair of jeans underwear and a green sweater to wear, then had to search the room for her bra. Once she was properly dressed, she headed down to the kitchen to get breakfast.

* * * * * * * *

Moira entered the kitchen to find Storm, Hank and Charles eating breakfast at the table. “No one else is up yet?” She questioned, surprised as it seemed unusual that none of the students were awake at 9:00 even on a Saturday.

“Oh they’re up alright!” Hank chuckled. “Logan’s running most of them ragged in the Danger Room right now!! I heard they were being punished for eavesdropping.”

“Humm…ah see.” She headed to one of the cupboards to grab a bowl and cereal. Charles’ eyes followed her as she fixed her breakfast.

“Charles? Is that a hicky?” Storm asked curiously, pointing at the mark. Moira just about dropped her bowl as she headed to the table. Charles’ hand slid up to the mark just below his jaw, the slight tint of pink in his cheeks giving away his embarrassment as he spoke steadily.

“I don’t recall!” he muttered as Moira sat next to him. Both Storm and Hank shared a look, shrugging slightly as they finished their breakfast and left the room, leaving the two friends alone. Moira ate a little as Charles finished his food and put his plate in the dishwasher.

“Um…Charles?” Moira questioned as he rolled back to stop next to her.

“Yes?” He asked, watching her curiously as she struggled to speak. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s somethin’ ah…ah need ta tell ya…” She trailed off as Jean stepped into the room, Logan having just calling the ‘training’ quits.

“Do you still want to talk to me and Scott?” She asked cautiously. He nodded and waved her off. *I’ll be along shortly to my office.* He said to her telepathically, she nodded and slipped out the door.

“Go ahead Moira.” He stated as if there had been no interruption.

“No…its alrigh’ we can talk aboot it later.” she mumbled, standing and heading towards the door only to be stopped by Charles’ hand gripping her wrist gently.

“Please Moira!! We used to be so close, why can’t you tell me what’s wrong!”

“Ya could just read my mind.”

“I…don’t like invading your privacy.” He sighed suddenly, letting go of her. “But if you can’t trust me enough to tell me, maybe I should.”

“Ah promise we’ll talk aboot it later!” She moved closer and kissed him softly on the lips. “Go to yur X-Men Charles! Ah’ll be fine by meself.” With that she headed out the door, disappearing around the corner. Charles blinked after her, running his tongue lightly across his lips to taste the sweetness of her kiss. He frowned at her barely touched food as he cleaned up, then headed off to his office.

tbc

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